Nineteen
I mmediately after brunch , Alex leads me to his room with a soft touch and a strained smile. I know what’s coming. Everyone else might think he’s taking me somewhere private for celebratory sex, but there aren’t enough mimosas in the world for that. For either of us. Now that I’ve had Dray, I can’t imagine wanting anyone else — least of all Alexander, and if he wouldn’t fuck me before, he won’t now.
So it’s not about celebratory sex.
He’s going to yell at me.
Bracing myself, I cross my arms the moment he closes his door and we’re alone. “You have questions,” I say flatly. “I understand that. Ask away.”
“Of course I do. What the fuck, Sullivan? How? Who?? Did you fake it? Because if this is fake he will find out when you don’t actually give birth to a baby!”
He puts both hands on his head and begins pacing and muttering about how Morella is going to kill him, which makes me smirk a little. He really doesn’t know.
“It’s not fake, and it’ll be a Creed heir. Just not yours.”
“What d—” He freezes, spinning around to face me again as it finally dawns on him. “Draven? You two — when?”
“It started the night of your mom’s ridiculous party,” I explain, and because I’m petty, I add, “He’s put enough Creed DNA in me since then to change my Ancestry results, so maybe you should thank him. He saved all four of us.”
His face crinkles at my description, but even now I can see relief on his face. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t he?”
The door opens before I can respond and Dray looks me over cautiously. “I suggest you lower your voice when you’re speaking to her, Alexander. That’s the mother of my child.”
Fuck, that makes my stomach swoop. No one, not even my father, has ever stood up for me.
And he’s right. I’m soon to be the mother of his child.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Alex repeats. “You left me to be blindsided.”
“I found out when you did,” he admits. “And she was going to tell you when she was ready.” He closes the distance between us, his left hand falling to my stomach as the other touches my chin like Alex is invisible. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly. “Are you? I’m so sorry I couldn’t tell you myself, Ephraim kept me in his office all morning.”
“I know.” Dray leans in to kiss my forehead, my nose, both cheeks, and then finally my lips. It’s soft and unexpected, yet absolutely necessary. “I’ve never been more okay.”
“Jesus,” Alex breathes. “It was supposed to be just sex, not... whatever this is.“
So he can have love and I can’t?
“Are you jealous?” I snap, then take a deep breath and hold Dray a little tighter. There’s something about an entitled dipshit that gets deep, deep under my skin. “Sorry. It’s probably too early to blame it on the hormones, so I’ll just say it’s because you’re a dick.”
“It’s not. Right about now those hormones are running rampant, little keeper. Your body is doing so much work, it’s hard to keep up. You’ve been really tired, haven’t you?”
He’s still giving me his full attention, making it easy to forget about the idiot behind him. I stare into those blue eyes, wondering if our child will have them too, and nod. “I’ve been tired since I got here, though. It’s not really anything new.”
“Make sure you rest.” Those eyes darken a split second before they flick to his brother, and the tick in his jaw is unmistakable. “Why are you being a dick, exactly?” His body turns to face him more. “This is what you wanted. You get your gardener and your heir all without having to step on any toes like the good little prince you are. How about you say thank you?”
Alex scoffs. “Right, because you’re the most discreet person in the world. There’s no way this will backfire on any of us.”
“Need I remind you that everyone — including your father — knows you’re fucking Morella and not even you knew I was fucking your brother?” I ask. “I think he’s got you beat tenfold in the discretion category.”
“I can name a few other categories I’ve got him beat in too,” Dray jokes, his hand casually sliding to rest on my lower back. “And I didn’t mean thank me, dipshit. I meant thank her. She’s the one at risk for your bullshit, and like she said, father knows about Morella. Everyone is at risk here but you. You’re the only one in this situation that makes it out bruised and not broken. So fucking thank her.”
His last sentence isn’t a question anymore, it’s a command, one I don’t expect Alex to obey.
So when he bows his head, my eyes widen. “Thank you. Both of you. I know you don’t understand my motivations, but I’d do anything for Morella. I’d give it all up for her. I absolutely won’t risk her life, not for anyone.”
I feel Draven’s hand clench behind me, but he ultimately relents. “Crazy thing is, I do understand, Alex. Now more than ever, but the difference is I wouldn’t be where you are. Bastard or not. I suggest you go find your girl though. Shay helped her slip from the room, but not before I saw her tears. Maybe be a little more discrete this time though.”
Alex scoffs, but slips out of the room to go chase his woman. It might be the only redeeming quality the little coward has.
Alone now, I turn to face Draven. “We did it. Or rather, we’re doing it. I guess that’s just as good.”
Suddenly, he drops to his knees and exhales a deep breath, his face resting against my stomach as his fingers curl into my ass to keep me pinned there. “Holy shit. My baby is in here.”
For the first time, I feel like I can genuinely smile about it. I’m not faking anything for anyone, I’m not trying to act surprised that it finally happened. I can just be happy it did.
“Our baby,” I correct. It feels so strange to say it out loud. I thought when I ended up with Jake, my dreams of becoming a mother were over. That was always the one thing I held onto at St. Andrew’s, that even if they put me with someone I’d never love, I’d eventually get to be a mother. I’d get to experience the truest love of all.
And now, despite how complicated this is, it’s finally happening.
“Our,” he agrees, sighing when I run my fingers through his hair. “They can’t hear me yet, but as soon as you get halfway I’m going to be talking to them every day just in case. They need to know my voice. Not his.”
Draven lifts my shirt up and starts kissing the skin below my navel, and I know it’s meant to be cute, but it just makes me violently horny. “Get up,” I rush out, pulling him to his feet as I wiggle out of my skirt. “Get on the bed. Now.”
“Damn, beautiful,” he chuckles, moving over as told before plopping down. “Let’s defile your fiancé’s bed.”
I tug my shirt the rest of the way off and toss my bra onto the floor, letting him get a good look at me as I undress completely. He’s never been hotter to me than he is right now. “Lay back. You’ve made me feel so good, it’s my turn.”
His pupils blow so wide the blue disappears, but that cocky demeanor I’ve grown attached to stays. “Take me out, little keeper. It’s all yours.”
He lays down and gets himself comfortable with his gaze locked on me unblinkingly. It’s intoxicating.
As much as I want to take this slow and really enjoy it, I can’t. Alex could come back any minute or someone else could interrupt looking for him, so I undress my future brother-in-law quickly and suck his cock into my mouth.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, his hand moving to rest on my head. “You always suck me so damn good. You’re already wet for me, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you choke on me.”
Always. I’m always, always wet for him, even when I’m listening to Ephraim drone on or watching Alex fail to live up to his potential. Even the shortcomings of other men can’t stop the way I feel about him.
My body, I mean.
How my body feels about him.
Pulling up, I drag my tongue across his shaft then trail kisses over his stomach as I get closer to his face. I tease him a little, stopping just shy of kissing his lips, flicking my tongue out over his teeth as I drag my soaking pussy over his cock.
Maybe I can take a little time.
Draven bites his lip, the grip on my hips painful as he fights himself from rolling us both over and simply taking what he needs. “Trying to kill me, huh?” He huffs. “Give me what’s mine, woman. That soaking pussy is weeping for me.”
“Patience, Dray.” I reach between us, gripping his cock and stroking slowly. I want him desperate and falling apart by the time I’m done. “You want my pussy?” I slap the head against my clit, then slip it inside myself just for a second. Just long enough to tease us both. “Say it.”
“Sullivan, I don’t just want your pussy,” he growls out, eyes boring into mine. “I need it the way an addict needs his next fix, in a way that makes men burn empires to the fucking ground. I. Need. You.”
Yeah, that’ll do. Kissing him fiercely, I sink down again and roll my hips, taking him deeper until he’s fully seated inside me. I get it, where’s he’s coming from. It doesn’t feel like enough. Not deep enough, not fast enough, not hard enough no matter how I move. I still somehow need more of him, and he needs more of me.
But fuck does it feel good to chase it. Sitting up, I shiver when my hair cascades down my bare back and plant my hands on his chest, letting him see me as I move.
“You’re so beautiful, my little keeper. Beautiful and mine, and if you weren’t already pregnant with my baby I’d get you pregnant right now.”
I hear what he’s really saying. He’s saying he doesn’t regret this. Even with all the odds stacked against us, he would choose this all over again. He’d choose me.
Little keeper means something different now.
“Me too.” It’s inadequate in the face of what he said, but it’s all I’ve got right now. I hope he understands anyway.
Leaning down, I catch him in a messy, frantic kiss as my hips bounce and his cock rubs all the right spots.
It makes him growl, his hips rutting up to meet mine in a perfect rhythm, and when he speaks again I feel myself getting closer to the edge. “My perfect little slut has been so horny, hasn’t she?”
“Always,” I admit, resting my forehead against his as I feel my orgasm building. I’m so fucking wet I can hear it every time we move, every time he bottoms out and we start again.
Sloppy little slut.
His sloppy little slut.
“Show me,” he grunts. “Show me you’re my little slut. Come on my cock without touching that pretty clit.”
What?
Fuck.
I hate disappointing my partners, but I can’t. I can get close, sure, but tipping over? Actually getting the release? I can’t do it without clit stimulation. It causes my movements to falter and we lose rhythm that I desperately try to get back.
I can do this.
I can do this for him.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the way he feels inside me, how big he is and how much he fills me up. The slight burn, the beautiful stretch, the pressure against every inch. It feels good. So, so fucking good, but it still feels out of reach.
“Look at me.” His hand flies up to grip my throat so I have nowhere to run, that wicked grin on his face doing more for me than any other man before him. “Who do you love to please?”
“You,” I breathe. “You, Dray.”
“And whose baby is in there?” He’s grinding up into me as he speaks. “Who do you belong to?”
Fuck, I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s working. “Y-Yours,” I stutter out. “You.” Every movement is perfect and hits a spot inside of me I’ve long forgotten about. “Don’t stop.”
It’s a barely audible plea, but he hears me.
“That’s right, little keeper. You’re mine, and your body was made to be pleased by me. Now come for me.”
His grip tightens a little more, keeping me exactly where I need to be. His body tenses like he’s close too, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t. Fucking. Stop.
My whole body shakes when I finally get there and my pussy throbs, soaking us both.
“Good girl,” he says breathlessly, the slapping, wet noises echoing around us as he continues to move. “That’s my perfect girl. Fuck, I’m gonna come. You’re so wet.”
I don’t care if he sets fire to the room around us, he did his job and then some. He didn’t stop. Even my Keepers couldn’t hold the same rhythm if I asked them not to stop, and maybe that’s been my problem all along.
“Come inside me again,” I beg him, biting his bottom lip and sucking it between my teeth. “Give it to me. Breed me again.”
I’m unsure if it’s the action, my words or a combination of the two, but the man growls up at me like an animal and digs his fingers into my ass as he explodes. “Sullivan!”
His body stills, cock pulsing inside of me as he trembles, and then he thrusts up once, twice, three times before he finally stills.
When he begins breathing again I kiss his cheek, then his lips.
“You’re amazing.”
“So are you.” Dray presses his forehead to mine with the softest smile I’ve ever seen. “We’re having a baby.”
A nervous, crazy smile breaks out across my face that I hide in his neck. What a mess this will be. A beautiful, chaotic mess.
I’m not sure I’d rather do it with anyone else.
JUNE